Armbands Poems - Poems about Armbands

...As every fear speaks with the tide, I keep pushing each arm to abide, as I gain on the water, with nowhere left to hide, I keep pushing, for the seas to confide.......

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...In the 60’s we protested Out on the quads With our armbands and banners and signs ‘Til the rage manifested By police riot squads Put a damper on all our designs. We erected no tents And we w......

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...Like Mother like Daughter You will always hold a special place in my heart There is an invisible bond we have that will alway set us apart See although the days of tip toeing in your high hee......

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...First I heard the rotor blades, Their noisiness supplanting The birdsong taking traffic’s place; Then I heard the chanting. Peering out the window, I was Shaken and surprised To see crowds of......

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...Merciles Beaute ("Merciless Beauty") by Geoffrey Chaucer loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Your eyes slay me suddenly; their beauty I cannot sustain, they wound me so, throu......

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...Listening devices carefully hidden in the rafters compete with Nosy neighbours vying for a few favours from the governing party 'Nothing to fear' as long as one is on board with the Secret Poli......

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...long, but a fast read! “Grandma, please take us to the fair,” in unison, the grandkids pled. The boy was 10; the girl, just 4. “OKAY! Let’s hit the road,” I said. The nearest open parkin......

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...The Cinematic Film Treatment as a stand alone element in the aesthetic revolution we are now not witnessing At the Core is Decor An intense psychological thriller about ruling class oligarch......

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...One time around the pickle mountain ensures that a fountain is required upon return but a round fish looking at a tree line is plotting and planning a way to make a watertight tree house. A d the see......

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...Sun and traffic - day economy. Six a.m. drive to plywood mill. Too tired to be angry. Each day a step toward death. What is being accomplished? The small satisfactions within each day. Book cons......

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